Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Inner City,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.